The winemakers blues
You plant a seed, and from it comes a vine,
You watch it grow, it makes you feel fine,
It’s what you call creation.
You trim the leaves and clip a twig,
You want to make it strong and big
They call that education
You tend it, care for all it’s needs
Water the ground on which it feeds
That’s what you call commitment.
Then comes a day that fruit appears
Allaying all your secret fears
You’re closer to contentment.
You pick the fruit, and take it in
You squeeze the juice out of the skin,
This is a new beginning.
You watch it foam and froth and boil
You seal the spirit with a drop of oil
You sense that you are winning.
In darkness time will pass so slow
It’s time to wait not time to go
It’s called the age of wisdom.
The day will come, when you’ll break the seal
You realize that it was all for real
This is what they call freedom.
This poem is missing a final verse. This maybe because each one of us has his own different one...